⠀ ⠀the black smoke curls around mati, acting as a veil for the body at her feet. tendril like wisps cover her hands, crawling up her arms, craving her as if starved. she stares dumbly at aylin, tongue heavy and chest squeezing too tight. not in the way it usually does when mati meets with aylin. not in the familiar love and adoration for the woman who has continued to surprise her, or quicken heart rate when she grabs her hand without a word.
⠀ ⠀ it’s squeezing in the too familiar sense of dread and fear that mati has felt all her life. the fear of being caught, of being seen and known. and it’s so tight, she’s afraid her heart is breaking, because aylin is finally looking at the part of her she has been hiding.
⠀ ⠀ the magic gets thicker — angrier, wrapping around mati, greedily. she winces but that’s only sign of pain she shows, besides her voice. “ a — aylin, what are you — why are you here ? you shouldn’t be here. ”
